Feels like the first time, that I�ve ever dealt with this
But I�ve walked the fine line too many times I�ve got to feel it
With my hands to know where the holes that I�ve made are so I can fill you in
I need to fill you in

Do you feel like, you can find
That nothing makes it silver lined?

Here we are again, with nothing to say
Don�t get used to things that break because they will one day
And when the fragile is mistreated, it makes a sound that can�t be mended
I love that sound, the sound when we break

Its all imaginary its in your head, nothing�s casual, you�re counting on it.
Wouldn�t that be nice, but nothing�s, as it seems. So much for broken glass and dreams.